Jackson in a Hamper

I am babysitting my grandson, Jackson. I do the babysitting at his house because I have to do my laundry there while our drainfield is frozen.

Right now he is sitting in a laundry hamper with a stuffed bear, almost his size, and his blankie on top his head. I think he is tired and I could get him out and put him to bed, but what would be the point of that? I would need the jaws of life to extricate me from the hamper if I were to take my nap there. But I am sure Jackson will be just fine.

As soon as he falls asleep, I can  doze myself.